"Come on, it should be your turn now."
Yang Chen reached out and patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, gently pushing the boy toward the enormous wooden platform that had been erected.
The moment Yang Chen approached, everyone on the raised platform stood up at once. Their respectful faces bore ingratiating smiles, but Yang Chen passed over each of them without a glance.
"Young Master Yang, how about sitting here?"
Yang Chen's footsteps paused slightly. Looking at the charming woman smiling before him, his gaze flickered faintly. After sweeping his eyes around, his gaze paused briefly on Xiao Zhan in the distance. A chill flashed through his eyes before he looked away with a hint of disdain, nodded lightly, and sat down beside Ya Fei.
Ya Fei took in Yang Chen's expression just now, and a trace of surprise flashed through her heart, though she quickly suppressed it.
Glancing at Xiao Zhan in the distance, Ya Fei then looked at Yang Chen, who had deliberately chosen a seat on the side farthest from Xiao Zhan. An unusual glint flashed through her fox-like eyes as she smiled softly and gracefully took her seat.
Second Elder Xiao Ying, seated beside Xiao Zhan, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Chen's gaze had not lingered on him. He promptly announced in a loud voice.
"Next, Xiao Yan!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan, who stood below the platform, immediately strode up. His eyes held excitement and anticipation, as though he could already see his uncle's delighted expression upon witnessing his rapid improvement in strength.
However, Xiao Yan had overlooked one thing: with Yang Chen's strength, he could tell Xiao Yan's cultivation at a single glance.
Yet before long, the originally eager Xiao Yan was made thoroughly uncomfortable by the complicated coming-of-age ceremony.